first fanfiction. If you don't get the title then i can explain its basically just a complicated way of saying beneath my bruises hahaha lol the story is very dramatique if your into that then you will like it if not i don't know but there were be fluff and possible lemons it depends. i'll try my best to keep up to date no promises i have my IB to do which means a shit load of work. i will provide later on in the story picture of some of the clothes they mite wear. sorry for the bad spelling the story english is not my first language.
Beneath my black and blue
My name is Bella and it has been 2 years since I've moved to forks. I moved to forks because my mother just decided I was too annoying for
her to keep. All those years she told me that my father was dead, but as soon as she didn't want me anymore my father was suddenly alive
again.
Apparently he never knew about me either, so you can imagine how foolish I must have looked on his doorstep saying that I'm his daughter
and Renée is my mother. Renée is not the type of mother a kid would want to have. She was the type of mother who wouldn't come home until
late at night and every time she came back with a new guy.
She was also a very abusive mother; she used to hit me for no apparent reason. One day she came home at three in the morning and started
beating me with her fists. I begged for her to stop but she just kept saying "YOU RUINED MY LIFE, YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" She beat me until I
was unconscious, when she realised that I was unconscious, she dumped me in the middle of a rough area around town making it look like I
had been beaten by some stranger.
I never remembered what happened but later on that night I found myself in hospital with a bunch of IV's hooked up to me. When the doctor
asked me what had happened I told her I couldn't remember.
As much as I hated my mother she was still my mother and I didn't want her going to prison or anything. But the memory of her fists against my
cheeks and her smile every time she punched me will haunt me for as long as I live.
As soon as I was released from hospital my mother gave me a flight ticket to Forks, my bags and an address. She told me that the man there
was my father and that she doesn't want me invading her private space anymore. These word confused me because I was a very quiet person
I would spend all day in my room reading or doing homework apart from the times were I had to go to school, the bathroom or to grab a bite to
eat even then I would try to minimize on the amount of time's I got out of my room a day.
Charlie was better to live with then Renée, but there would be times were he would come home drunk and slap me around telling me I was an
abomination child. I've been to the hospital a few time but only when it got really bad, thank got I was such a klutz otherwise I would have no
excuse for my injuries.
Every summer I would work and save up money so that I can finally move out and be on my own. As soon as I turn 18, I'm leaving my house. I
also have a job everyday after school. I try to spend the least amount of time at home and I don't have time for a social life because if I'm not
at school, I'm at work. If not there then I'm in the library doing my homework. The most sleep I get is 3 hours, but if I'm lucky I'll get 5. I've
been working ever since I turned 13. I would garden when I wasn't old enough to get a real job. As soon as I was old enough to get a real job,
I would work whenever I had any free time at all. Now that I am 17 years old and anxiously waiting to turn 18, I have almost $20 000 saved
up. Most of that is going to go to my college tuition money and the rest is going to my apartment and food.
It's the last day of school today and I have applied to a summer job at the Hotel Plaza in Port-Angeles. They said that they would call me in
several weeks and that was a month ago.
I was in biology class when working on homework that I hadn't done yet because I had already studied all the topics that Mr. Banner was
teaching. He doesn't even bother asking me questions when he thinks I'm not paying attention, because every time he asks I always know the
answer. So this was sort of like a free study period. Sometimes he would send me off to do some extended work to keep me busy. After about
an hour of class the bell finally range and we had gym next. Because of my many injuries, my doctor excused me for the whole year. So I don't
have to go to gym anymore, meaning I could start working early. As soon as I got home I got a call from the Hotel Plaza.
"Hello, Miss Swan?"
"Yes, this is she."
"We just called to let you know that you got the summer job in the Hotel Plaza."
I could feel the joy rising up my spine. I tried hard not to scream in happiness, so I just jumped silently in joy if anyone
ho so this would think that I am a mad woman.
"However we will be requesting you to stay at the hotel through out your working period. You may go home on Sundays but otherwise you
should be staying at our hotel we. Will accommodate you in one of our rooms, of course, but you will have a roommate and you will be told who
it will be later on. If it is in convenient for you to stay then we would appreciate you letting us know now."
"no, no it would be fine" I said trying not to sound to exited " when would you like me to start?" deep inside I was hoping that she would make
me start right this second but I new that was impossible seeing at it was 6 pm
"We would like you to start tomorrow if possible if not we are willing to settle for Monday" "tomorrow would be great I said I'll come by at 8:00"
"Ok well that great, there will be someone waiting for at reception, you will be paid 600$ hundred per week considering that you staying
instead of 700$. Well I'll see you on Monday then goodbye"
I could hardly hold my breath. WOW SHIT!!! 600$ plus accommodation this summer was going to be better then I thought except for once a
week on Sunday when I have to come back to my dreadful home, that is something I will not be looking forward to. "Thank you very much
goodbye"
I got dinner ready so that Charlie wouldn't hit me again for not making it on time. He usually got home at around 8:00 and it was only 6:30 I
had time but I didn't want to waste any I quickly got dinner ready put a plait fool of food in the microwave and ate so that I wouldn't have to sit
with Charlie and eat in silence as we always did.
It's been 2 years since I've talked to my mother she only called one day to tell me were to pick up the rest of my stuff. I wouldn't say that I
missed her but I never understood how someone could just leave there daughter out on the street like that I could have been killed. Over the
past few years I have thought myself to not show emotion in front of my parents because as I did they would hit me harder enjoying the fact
that I am hurt so know I just keep quiet which only irritates them and they stop. Every time I feel pain I just shut my eyes and wish for it to
end. Sometimes a tear drop escapes but that is as far as I let it get.
I walked upstairs to my room after to take a shower and make my way to sleep, sleep is the only peaceful time in my life I mean I have
nightmares about my mother beating but the dream is always better then realty sometime Charlie comes in my room and puts ducktape over
my mouth because he says I talk in my sleep and he can't get any sleep if I am yelling 'stop, no, please` all the time. With this new job Charlie
would not be able to hit me for sometimes, maybe I can finally get the colour back in my face and stop looking like a zombie all the time.